i rock myself to sleep <br />i no longer cry i weep <br />what pain it brings me here and now <br />what good can sleep do me any how <br />everytime i close my eyes i see your face <br />and i remeber how you smearred my name with disgrace <br />i cry not of sadness but with rage <br />but that fades to bitterness with age <br />all i can do is sit and wait <br />and see what is left of my fate<br /><br />shannon lowery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-96/
